Honesty Oimbo

United States Of America

THE earths come togetherAnd accede to bow our heads with deferenceTo the light of the world, For in the beginning the light said a word, And the utterance was in the hearts of every AmericanAnd it was with the people, So there was peace and water in the world.It is the land of America, Where winter comes every yearChilling the blood of her populace, So it is the terra firma of humble AmericaOn which the sun shines day and night, People working every second bit of their livesFor there is not a night on the landThat would set off these people remember their beds; And down the curve of years, downIts battered chronicles of tearful history-The gaining of sovereignty from the British; The misapprehension between Negroes and the white man, The detachment all through the First World War